All I see is scrubs

Face mean mugged

On a couple drugsSmoke with migo plug

FTP my blood

Grey the fucking gang

Boy stay in your lane

Never high

Just maintain

Hate this fame

Hate this game

Take these shoes

Last a day

Oil flowing through my veins

Lil remains that make that stain

Y′all look good in cellophane mane

Insane

Real blade

Swing it through your fucking brain

I said fuck 'em

We got a problem

Fuck you gonna do with it?

I think nada

Just a persona

And I′m nirvana

Popping xans will make you mad I know you want some

Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling

Got an ounce of the coke white snow floating

River road shawty

Yung christ one chosen

Slick tote the AK47 stolen

Woadie joscin'

All of y'all are over-saturating ′preme and bape

Bitch its FTP all fucking day

All y′all look the fucking same

Fuck the fame

Fuck a lane

Bitch I'm bout to swerve into the toll booth and scrape the change

Bring out your dead and blaming it on Yung Plague

Bitch I pull up with the K

K9 by my right leg until I say OK

K9 on his hind legs ripping off your face

All I gotta say is G59 until the grave

One color

Two numbers

Three fingers in the sky amongst the thunder

I′m like fuck the others

Ima bring the ruckus

I might fuck your bitch

She swears she suffers under the covers

Ima hell hound

Hell bound

Shawty wanna die

Ima sell pounds, sell pounds

Shawty said she might let them bells pound, bells pounds

Shawty wanna cry

I'm like fuck it

Every night keep turning black

I close my eyes